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#james is so dramatic i love it
adharastarlight · 5 months
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sirius: fuck a break up, have you ever been betrayed by your best friend?
james: i said i couldn't go out to watch the game because i had a date with my husband!!!
sirius: dont even get me started on that!
james: you couldnt be best man and officiate and give reggie away!!!!
sirius: i could have done! I'm a triple threat!!!
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immortalbutterflycos · 3 months
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“The name, The Infirius… What does that mean, exactly?” James asks, lightheartedly, staying as quiet as he can as he breaks the silence between them. Or at least, whatever silence there ever is when surrounded by the constant crashing of waves all around them.
Regulus huffs a bitter, near-silent laugh followed by such a long silence that James is starting to get the idea that his question won’t be answered at all.
“It comes from an old legend.” Regulus finally murmurs, “An Infirius is essentially a reanimated corpse. They feel no pain. They can’t be cut by a blade, they’re fast, and they have incredible strength.” 
James frowns but doesn’t interrupt.
“Only there’s another part of that legend that everyone else chooses to ignore.” Regulus turns his head to meet his eyes and James sees something sad within them. Sad and sharp with anger.
“Inferi have no free will.” He whispers, “They can’t even think for themselves. They can’t feel, can’t breathe, can’t take their lives back. All they can do is follow the orders of their Master. If he says kill? You kill. If he says die? You die. Not even half of a life. Just a puppet on a string that can’t be cut.”
“Regulus, you are not a corpse,” James murmurs firmly with sincerity in his eyes; in the very line of his brow.
“You are alive. You have air in your lungs and fire in the depths of your eyes–I can see it. Yeah, just there...” He points to a spot in Regulus’ eye, his lips curling up into a small smile. “Your will is as free as you are desperate to take it back from those who stole it from you in the first place. Regulus Black, you are not an Inferius. You are a human being. Your will are your sheers. If you want something cut, pick them up and do it. It is your will. Not theirs.”
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I will never get over the writers making Wilson's blood type O- and House's blood type AB+. They might as well have just taken us out back and shot us because it would probably hurt less.
They made House a universal recipient, and Wilson a universal donor. Their blood types reflect their relationship.
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spoken-outofturn · 6 months
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You can’t tell me this is not their brand of flirting.
I love these two idiots (geniuses) SO much
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3-inch-doodles · 7 months
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TRON AU POST WITH ACTUAL KINDA DONE ART
"Smile for the camera, Gordon!"
(pre-Cascade virus)
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he is SO full of corporate malware <333
(post-Cascade virus and Gordon's repurposing)
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simptasia · 3 months
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pearlynia · 4 months
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I just love wolfstar and Jegulus so much *sniff* it makes me wanna cry.
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babypanda1235 · 6 months
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'pink in the night' by mitski is jegulus in crimson rivers
it just is
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padfootastic · 1 year
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Day 23 - Tea
Written for @prongsfoot-microfic
“Get away from here with that newfangled Western nonsense, Remus!”
Sirius turned, slowly, incredulously, to look at his shouting, shuddering boyfriend.
“Jamie—are you okay?” He certainly didn’t seem like he was. James had his arms raised in front of him, palms out as if warding off evil, face turned away from a bemused Remus.
“No! No, I’m not okay,” James cried dramatically, stumbling backward with hasty steps. Remus mouthed a ‘what the fuck’ in Sirius’ direction, hoping that he’d have a better idea of what was going on. Unfortunately, even with his vast knowledge of everything James Potter, he couldn’t figure out what was going on in that moment.
“James—wha-?”
“Oh, come on, Sirius,” James’ voice came out in a sort of indignant squawk, hands fluttering around. “Don’t tell me you can’t see it. That!” He pointed a finger towards Remus. More specifically, the steaming mug held in his hands.
“That?” Sirius leaned forward, trying to understand what James was going for. The only thing he could see was a milky liquid, with a string poking out of it through the side of the mug. Normal enough for Remus, who needed a cup of tea every three hours if he didn’t want to develop a killer headache. “I don’t get it.”
“The tea, Sirius! That—that abomination!” James finally spelled it out for them, though it didn’t make things any clearer.
“Huh?” Remus finally designed to speak up, peeking into his mug as if it held the answers of the universe. A huge sigh was heaved from the space in front of them, as if James physically couldn’t contain it any longer (not that he was even trying so far).
“I will never understand how you drink that swill when you can have perfectly good chai.”
Ah.
That explained it.
One wouldn’t think so, looking at James Potter, but he was an extreme tea—sorry, chai snob, utterly refusing to put up with anything except his beloved spiced chai. It didn’t matter that most of the time they didn’t want to put in the effort of crushing cardamom, grating ginger, pounding black pepper and waiting for everything to boil in the correct order for just the right amount of time. It didn’t matter that sometimes they just wanted something warm to drink within the minute, and a cup of hot water microwaved on full power with some milk powder and a teabag floating in it was more than good enough to get the job done.
No, for James, if you wanted tea, then you were supposed to have chai.
The moment realisation struck, Remus groaned out loud, all tension seeping out of his shoulders as his entire posture sagged. “James, you—! No. No. Sirius, will you please control your boyfriend while I enjoy my nice, hot cup of English Breakfast TEA without the peanut gallery yammering in the back? Thank you.”
With that, he sent one last scathing look towards an unrepentant James and walked away. They could hear an obnoxiously loud sip and a blissful ‘ah’ as he turned round the corner. James’ left eye twitched and he made a move as if to follow Remus and beat the mug out of his hand. Sirius, of course, couldn’t let that happen.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that, J?” Sirius murmured, wrapping his fingers around James’ wrist and pulling him closer. “Chai, tea, it’s all the same, isn’t it?”
“How dare you—“
Of course, Sirius knew the kind of reaction that would provoke, but swallowing James’ outraged huff with the press of his lips was his favorite past time, after all. How could he resist?
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hanafubukki · 2 months
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Fanfic Recommendation:
Summary: Silver, Sebek, and Lilia discover there is someone cavorting around campus in disguise, while Malleus encounters a strange figure at Ramshackle.
A small ficlet that isekais characters from Moriarty the Patriot into Twisted Wonderland!
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A dear friend wrote this for me for White Day. If you love Twisted Wonderland and you also love Moriarty the Patriot then this is a must read. 💚🩵🫶
Both of my favorite found families meeting. It’s a dream come true 💞💞🥹🥹
You have no idea the way I squealed while reading this!! The way they all mesh so well together and how they have so much in common.
Just me the entire time:
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waheelawhisperer · 2 years
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I love Ironwood. He seems like this very serious, straight laced, professional military man, but then he's just like:
"James is what my friends call me."
Sheds a single tear
Casually fucking glocks a child
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ziracona · 1 year
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Finding out the official title for Moriarty’s Shinjuku finale boss battle is “The Proposition (math/logic)” as in a mathematical proposition. A statement that is either true or false, and can be proved.
Because he’s proving after his entire life and work and death and years after, his original proposition, to the world. His life’s work equation. He’s proving the dynamics of an asteroid. It’s his life in a song. In a moment.
But he’s also not. In math it’s a true or false statement, with no middle ground. And it’s up vs Ritsuka’s assertion he’s a good person they were right to have faith in, and isn’t going to betray them and kill them. Either he’s right and the world is going to end, and the devil’s bullet hits you, or he’s wrong and his entire life’s work is going to be thrown away for the well-being a teenager he’s known for a week. It’s his proposition, but he’s also the proposition himself. The song is him and his entire life. I
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If I could describe James Wilson any way I wanted, it would be painful. He reminds me of so many different kinds of pain, I can't pick just one.
The kind of pain you don't even realize hurts. Like when you cut yourself and you don't even realize it until you've already smeared blood all over your shirt and the countertop. Like when a deer is shot, and for those brief few moments, it keeps running. It doesn't even realize it's been hit until it's too late. This type of pain creeps up on you. Like that myth that says you're supposed to put frogs in a pot of water and slowly warm it up so they don't even realize they're dying? That kind of pain. You don't even see it coming. You can't even prepare for it. One moment, you're fine, and you understand life, and then everything changes before you can even blink. Wilson is like that. He sneaks up on you, he integrates himself into your life, and he becomes everything you need. And you don't even realize it's happening until suddenly you can't exist without him. Suddenly, your whole world revolves around him, and you can't quite figure out how that happened so fast.
The second type of pain that James Wilson embodies is the kind that maschocists would die for. It's the kind of pain that hurts, but you can't pull yourself away from it. It's the most dangerous kind of pain because it's the kind that you learn to love. It feels like your lover biting your lip when you're kissing, or when your muscles ache after a night together. It's like having a puppy that playfully nips at you or a cat that kneads your legs while purring. It's the kind of bittersweet pain you feel when thinking back to fond childhood memories. You smile at them, and they warm you, but you're left with a bone deep ache. When you move out of your parents' house, and you're so excited to have your own place, but looking at your now empty childhood bedroom makes you want to cry. James Wilson is that kind of pain. He slides his way into your life and slips into your heart, and just looking at him hurts because he's so beautiful. He reels you in with the most perfect words and softest actions, and he convinces you that you are the center of the universe, if only because he said so. And when his attention inevitably wains, and you go from obsession to neglect, you can't even fully be mad at him. Because he knows you'll soak up any drop of his affection, and he'll feed you just enough that you don't starve. He strings you alone, and just when you've finally got the courage to leave, he'll look at you with those soft eyes and kiss you with those pretty lips and convince you that you've hung the stars. And it becomes a vicious cycle that you can't claw your way out of, and you're not even sure if you want to try.
James Wilson is an addiction. He hides himself through innocent smiles and sweet words and pressed clothes and a facade. He's not what he looks like. He's not safe. He will promise you that you can trust him, that he's innocent, that he's only got your best interests at heart. And you'll be tempted to believe him. But everybody lies, and nobody lies better than he does.
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nami501 · 7 months
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So I'm reading a fix where Sirius doesn't know James Potter and he is justsad like life has hit him and has no spark and then I had the thought that Sirius being a star needs the sun to shine
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the-kipsabian · 2 years
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firebirdsdaughter · 2 years
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Today on…
… Underrated things:
Jack holding onto Mac’s belt every time he leans out the window. No attention is ever given to it, nothing ever said. Just every time Mac leans out of a car window, Jack reaches over and holds on to him.
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